A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
She dropped her voice and put on a tight, professional smile.
She looked deeply uncomfortable.
“We do have a private waiting room in the back,” the manager said.
“It’s nice and quiet.”
Vanessa gave a smile.
“That would be perfect for her, right?”
The manager came over to the velvet couch.
She pointed toward a narrow hallway near the stockroom doors.